NOW & Kennedy’s Endorsement of Obama

Ok, now I’m mad. NOW’s announcement today that Kennedy’s endorsement of Obama means he doesn’t support women is so outrageous that I’m compelled to take pen to paper and set the record straight.

Have women sunk so low that we have to attack those that do not support Hillary as anti-women? Can we not believe, truly believe, that Hillary is the best because her ability to lead and attack the terrifying issues of our time is the strongest among those running?

Must she be handicapped to win? And, if so, what does that say about us?

I remember my now ex (having nothing to do with this conversation) explained to me that after his investment banking firm spent millions to train a woman, she generally left before making partner to have a family after marrying one of the partners. I realized he was right; why should the company waste money training those that really don’t have the fire to be a partner simply because of their gender. Run the numbers. Bankers make decisions on numbers, not on the feminist issues of our time.

My daughter’s first horse show was the Hampton Classic where every youngster riding in the lead line division received a blue ribbon after the real blue ribbon was given out. I remember being disquieted thinking that she should not think because she showed up she deserved to win. Isn’t that part of the entitlement issue in this country?

Hillary must earn this nomination – if it is to be hers – because she is the candidate that we voted for over others based on how she handles herself; what she stands for, and the belief that she is best to lead us forward.

So far, I’m not impressed and will not support her. And, it has nothing to do with her gender. Are you NOW going to tell me I am not a supporter of women because I refuse to make this a gender issue and support Obama over a female?

Shame on you and any woman who votes for anything other than the person who she thinks could do the best job. And, if Hillary is elected because she’s a woman, we have set back our freedom much farther than those that seek to take away rights that are inalienably ours.

Please can we get back to issues and hope that she can run on those instead of her pant suit status?

Movies & TV

Ode to Joel Siegel

Joel Siegel died yesterday, and while he wasn’t a friend, he spent time with my family when my daughter was three or four. He dated my sister, and they spent time at our house in the Hamptons. I haven’t seen him since then, but I cried when he died.

There are people who have a positive outlook on everything. I think he was one of them, and I didn’t realize it until he was gone. No one was mad at him at the end of a bad review. He made you laugh about terrible movies. And a letter to my sister made me cry to. He said that hearing her laugh in the movie theater next to him was as good as the movie.

He took Ms. Sarah to The Little Mermaid and then used her in his review. She watched him on TV mentioning her with glee, and kept saying what fun she’d had with him at the movie. This of course was long before bring your daughter to work day.

He struggled. His wife died after struggling with cancer, and his sister had cancer too.

So, he’s gone now and so is his brilliant humor and approach to that which can often be taken too seriously. And, I’m surprised that I want to mention him here. But happy too, because what could be better than to touch a person long ago and have them mourn your leaving years later.

Great legacy Joel Siegel. Great Movie, fabulous ending.


Mother’s Day Epiphany

Ok, so it’s Mother’s Day again — and I’m sitting here contemplating something I heard on the Oprah Friends Channel on XM.

Alice Walker Quote
“I looked for my mother’s garden, and found myself instead.”

It sounds so great, doesn’t it? Find the garden and figure out your life. How hard could it be? Look behind the childhood garage that sits outside in the back of my soul, overgrown a bit with the ivy of the present? Not sure. Not sure.

Remember the movie Mother? Sarah (the one whose mother I am) and I laughed and laughed and loved him as well as her. Well, he wasn’t so great. Totally self absorbed and she’d checked out. My long term shrink (should I mention he’s blind — yes, yes, I went to a blind shrink to see myself better. Helllloooo?), told me that the only thing you aren’t allowed to do is check out. You can be angry at your child. You can be cruel sometimes, but you can never check out. I never have.